
— the stone the tramontana sculpted.

Each tile is finished by hand in our Knoxville studio. Artwork is slowly infused into the ceramic surface under high heat and pressure, and rests beneath a thin glossy finish. The colour lives in the surface, not on top of it.
Pick any four 4-inch tiles — National Parks you've been to, a Smokies set, the four seasons of one place. $ for a set of , cork-backed, ready to live on the table.
Each tile ships in a kraft box, tied with cream ribbon, with a handwritten note from the studio if you'd like to add one.
Three or five different vistas, hung together — a chapter of places you've been, or want to go.
“Cap de Creus is a wind-scoured cape east of Cadaqués, the easternmost headland of mainland Spain. Its schist and slate have been folded and twisted into surreal forms — shapes that fed Salvador Dalí's eye at nearby Port Lligat. The lighthouse, automated in 1962, marks the tip. The tramontana blows hard most of the year and keeps the cape nearly treeless above the cove line.
Cap de Creus is the easternmost point of mainland Spain, a rocky headland on the Costa Brava in the province of Girona, Catalonia. It marks the spot where the Pyrenees meet the Mediterranean. The surrounding Parc Natural de Cap de Creus was declared in 1998 — the first land-and-sea natural park in Catalonia — covering roughly 14,000 hectares including coastal cliffs, coves, and the marine reserve. The lighthouse at the tip, the Far de Cap de Creus, stands on a low promontory at about 87 metres above the sea.
The cape's bedrock is metamorphic — folded mica schist and slate, in places cut by pegmatite veins. Wind, salt, and wave have worked the outcrops into the curling, organic forms that gave Salvador Dalí, who built his house just south at Port Lligat in 1930, much of his lifelong visual vocabulary. The rocks of Cap de Creus appear in The Persistence of Memory and across the Empordà landscapes. The cape is recognised as a site of European geological interest.
The tramontana — a cold, dry north wind funnelled between the Pyrenees and the Massif Central — blows here on more than a hundred days a year, with gusts that can pass 150 km/h. It keeps the cape nearly treeless above the coves and leaves the vegetation low and salt-pruned. Locals say the wind drives people mad; Dalí said it was the reason painters of the Empordà see what they see. The light, scrubbed clean, runs hard and sharp.